First cloud cries Love's wilder sky,
weaving feather, wet with worried echo,
these latter days,
bubble's sphere,
dripping daze in silken tapestry.
Amazement peals in youth to tremble,
skeleton dance,
holding life, as leaf raft,
turning, clinging,
accepting dew,
raising eye to wander home,
dreaming desert, growing grain,
still falling,
phasing soul's September glaze,
descending
southern air,
flushing petal's last impression,
pink, implying stubborn stare,
exhaling frost,
his hope of skin
to feather muscle.
A contest entry
- PIF Contest ~ Simplicity by Namita.
300 points, ended October 1, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. This is just so beautiful, brilliant september poem, this is. Thank you so very much for entering...
~Namita
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Wow. Again your feather as brushed a page brilliantly. An amazing verse. I liked the a great deal. ~Pamela
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"accepting dew,
raising eye to wander home,
dreaming desert, growing grain,
still falling"
Simply beautiful, dear Scribe. 
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Brilliant and breathtaking! There is a certain marvel with the words you used and weave them into excellent lines of a poem.
Thanks for sharing and I wish you all the best in the contest.
VIRGOAN
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"flushing petal's last impression,
pink, implying stubborn stare,
exhaling frost,
his hope of skin
to feather muscle."
This is another beautiful poem by you this morning
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A lovely, dreamy September poem, my friend. I liked the "skeleton dance" of leaves here and the sense of falling... just like autumn and leaf-poetry!
~ Nicolette
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Hi Rich, I am glad to see your so nice poem in the same contest
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flushing petal's last impression,
pink, implying stubborn stare,
exhaling frost,
his hope of skin
to feather muscle.
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it will be a tough race.
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